The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-01-09


the arrival of Mr.. Upright Starch, thu
most superior young man Tin his Owl
opinion), not only in Philadelphia, blu
in the known and unknown world, witt
whom she had an engagement TO walk
Whilst she waited she wrote two o.
more acceptances to invitations tina
had come in the mid day post anC
politely regretted" for a dance at TIT
Chauncey Veneers, which she would
have gladly accepted, as plenty of hel
friends were going, but her mother pro
nounced the Veneers simply impossi
Bile people so it was not to be thought
of. Then Mr.. Starch arrived, per eel
marvel Of elegance, and as Miss Beatrice
strolled with him over the bridge al
Chestnut Street, the young pride of the
Social Art Club patronizingly COmpli-
mented her on her start in society and
filed her heart with rapture by saying
it would give him the most sincere
delight If she would plunge the rest OF
mankind in gloom by leading the ger
man with him at the first Assembly.
After having received this absolute
stunning" evidence of Mr.. Starch's
devotion, Miss Beatrice was unable to
altogether regain her mental eQuili-
brium. and when at last they had come
back from the hours walk and MIR.
Starch had left her on the steps of Miss
| Fourstar's residence, where tea was in
| progress, ste entered that vortex of
voices, wax candles and gaslights so
entirely happy that soon after saving
how d do to the hostess she retired to a
delightful corner of little study where
the lights were covered with pink
| globes. There she permitted one of her
youthful admirers, all of whose hearts
were IN state of utter collapse at her
sudden flight to a sphere far above that
which a boy bud occupies, to devote an
entlre hall half hour to the utterance of
mourntul and sarcastic reflections on
the GOODNESS she had shown him since
those older fellows, who tkink they are
somebody" had grouped themselves
around her throne.
Having somewhat soothed the ruffled
p'umes of this youthful cavalier by
requesting him to take her four squares
down the street to another tea, to which
she was not invited and where she met
mother and her brother, she remained
for quarter of an hour, eddying about
IN the whirlpool of humanity that
flowed from the drawing room to the
dlning-room and back again, and then
was driven home and at once dressed to
minutes late, and got look of reproof
from her aunt, Mrs. Schuylkili, who
was giving her little dinner and the
atre party.
Mr.. Racket, the man who took her
into dinner, was not very entertaining,
Miss Beatrice thought. He would talk
about the University football team, the
McRatterty-Silver prize fight (Which he
had paid $3.50 to see and spent an extra
500 in getting to the scene), and the
wonderful powers of MIR. Bassett's g.
year-old, the Warbler, which colt, il
appears, Mr.. Racket had backed to win
what he called "a cool five hum" at
Baltimore, having, as he expressed it,
Ito lay three to one on to land it. On,
mind you, Miss Soanson three to one
ON"
Nor was the man on the other side
much more agreeable. as, although he
was a clever hand at tabIe-taIk. be had
been placed next a girl he was at that
tim" spooning for keeps, 'as Mr.. Racket
tersely put it, and only now and then |
Vouchsafed to chat with his other neigh |
Dor. However, Miss Beatrice having |
not yet completely recovered from Mr. |
Starch'S overwhelming compliment, |
was too pleased in thinking that over to |
care much what went on around her.
At the theatre. when the party arrived |
IN the middle OF the act, greatly to the |
annoyance OF the questionable people |
in the audience, she sat between Mr.. |
Racket and her cousin, Jack Schuylkill, |
and the latter told her all about the |
great things the City Troopers meant to |
do at their ball in January and how 1t /
was doing to Guido any Other ball ever
given in America since Christopher
Columbus entertained the then reigning
Emperor of the West Indies. And"
added her cousin, as a postscript more
than the burden of his dis
course, I'm seriously contemplating
sending you a bunch OF flowers on that
If you're good girl in the
Home again, Miss Beatrics kissed her
mQther good night, declared she had |
had "a perfect time, - that the Wiggin-.
sons latest effort in the dressmaKing I
way was Just lovely" that the lunch
con had been ''aw.ully nice" that Mr..
Starch was "a perfect angel, that 10th
he teas had been 1.-THE incest she had
O5en to-" and that she was to be called
1t 9. as Alice NeWporter was coming at
10 drive her out to luncheon at the
Rabbit which her father had gotten no
or Two girls named-WeD, she couldn't
remember the names-from Boston and
With another kiss she retired.
Tired out with the round of gaiety
through which she had passed, Miss
Beatrice's head had scarcely touched
ler pillow before she was fast asleep
out even in her slUmbers she entered
nto the spirit of her new life as debu-
ante, and dreamed all night of the
opening season, of the flowers she would
yet, of who would be attractive to her,
If the men she would like and the men
he wouldn't, of The trials and successes
If the plain Miss This and pretty Miss
That, of dinners and luncheon, suppers
md balls. opera boxes, proposals,
stacks of invitations as
high as the public buildings, tons OF
ugar plums offered by battalions OF
juvenile suitors and a
core of other things equally connec ted
With the budding ola bud.
And so it will go on, week in and
week ont, until Ash Wednesday consSs
nd Miss Beatrice Rittenhouse Soanso
caves for Atlanta City to recuperate.-t
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GROUP, WHOOFING COUGH and